No; for love Buried beneath the dust of life and death, Would wait for centuries of centuries, Ages of ages, until God remembered, And, through that perishing cloud-wrack, face looked up Once more to loving face. ROBIN Your hope--and mine! Is not a man's poor memory, indeed, A daily resurrection? Your hope--and mine! MARIAN And all the world's at heart! I do believe it. ROBIN And I--if only that so many souls Like yours have died believing they should meet Again, lovers and children, little children! God will not break that trust. I have found my heaven Again in you; and, though I stumble still, Your small hand leads me thro' the darkness, up And onward, to the heights I dared not see, And dare not even now; but my head bows Above your face; I see them in your eyes. Love, point me onward still! [_He takes her in his arms._] Good-bye! Good-bye! MARIAN Come back, come back, before the masque begins! ROBIN Ay, or a little later--never fear: You'll not so easily lose me. MARIAN I shall count The minutes! ROBIN Why, you're trembling! MARIAN Yes, I am foolish. This is the first small parting we have had; But--you'll be back ere dusk? ROBIN [_Laughing._] Ah, do you think That chains of steel could hold me, sweet, from you, With those two heavenly eyes to call me home, Those lips to welcome me? Good-bye! MARIAN Good-bye! [_He goes hurriedly out. She looks after him for a moment, then suddenly calls._] Robin! Ah, well, no matter now--too late! [_She stands looking after him._] SCENE II. _Sherwood Forest: dusk. Outside the cave, as in the second act. SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF runs quickly across the glade, followed by PUCK._ PUCK Shadow-of-a-Leaf! Shadow-of-a-Leaf! Shadow-of-a-Leaf! Don't dance away like that; don't hop; don't skip Like that, I tell you! I'll never do it again, I promise. Don't be silly now! Come here; I want to tell you something. Ah, that's right. Come, sit down here upon this bank of thyme "While I thine amiable ears"--Oh, no, Forgive me, ha! ha! ha! SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF Now, Master Puck, You'll kindly keep your word! A foxglove spray In the right hand is deadlier than the sword That mortals use, and one resounding thwack Applied to your slim fairyhood's green limbs Will make it painful, painful, very painful, Next time your worship wishes to sit down Cross-legged upon a mushroom. PUCK Ha! ha! ha! Poor Shadow-of-a-Leaf! SHADOW-OF-A-LEAF